Wednesday, February 27, 2013


Lisa A.Williams

woven into
my existence-

Old fears,
hurts and
the loving of things.

How the ancient music plays-
Am I the only one who
hears my beginnings
in the strings?

I hold all mothers’ pain
inside like an embryo
waiting to be born,
waiting to be remembered.

I feel the covetous ache
of my ancestors
to set things right
no longer blind sided
by eons of self punishing love-
A well worn path
where their ghosts
still linger.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Pale Butterflies

Pale Butterflies
Lisa A.Williams

Feeling freedom through
outstretched wings of
soaring over the
green sea
feet still touching soft blades
somehow they knew
they were “flying”.

                                                            Cropped crowns of sun gold
racing against the wind
in the fields
of backyard magic.
Once grounded,
feeling the brittle fall
of harsh words and
 stinging discipline
wings clipped-
yet always there is a wishing
to fly again.

Saturday, February 23, 2013


Lisa A.Williams

What tales
dark sky stone
could tell
having been since
the beginning,
witness to cascades
of awakenings
descending downfalls.

Its cold silence
leaves me wondering,
if it is at all lonely
in its heaven?

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Leave Me a Little Tenderness

A Little Tenderness
Lisa A. Williams

Leave me a little tenderness,
as the shadows
of another dying day
make their way
and the dark
envelopes this stillness
our silence lullabies.

Leave me a little tenderness,
as the years adorn
our hearts, with worry
and loss.

 still choosing to masquerade,
in tender youth,
while time passes

trying to sharpen our
soft edges
that she, herself has
has worn away,
in an existence
angels may not choose.

Monday, February 18, 2013


Lisa A.Williams

Old man-
wishes he were young

 His sun is setting
west of all those dreams
blanketed with indifference.

He remembers-

the sounds of home
still echoing in
the empty halls,

feels his youthful love
                                                             before it turned to stone.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Ocean Reposted from 07/2012)

Lisa A.Williams

In your sound,

I am silent.

In your depths,

I feel forever.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

In the '66 Malibu (Reposted from 07/2012)

In the 66’ Malibu
Lisa A.Williams

My dad, singing,
“I’m So Lonesome
I Could Cry”.
How the wind
loved to tousle
her thick dark hair
as my mother
leaned her face
toward the evening sky,
blue eyes
closed to the darkness.
in the back seat,
wishing dad would
choose another song
when he sang
the loneliness
into safekeeping,
only to be taken
by his voice into
“I Can’t Help it
if I’m Still in Love With You”.
I chimed in with
“How Far is Heaven, I want
to go, I want my daddy,
I miss him so”.
As the car pulled gently
into the driveway,
he finished his rendition
“Make the World go Away”.
all these years later,
my parents gone,
the 66’ Malibu
but a memory,
I wonder did the love
they had for each other
make them so lonely
they cried until
the world did go away,
and did my soul
know I would later
sing the same song
about my dad,
holding that heaven
in my heart
while missing
my mother’s eyes,
hoping one day
she would truly
see me?

Monday, February 11, 2013

Silent Sisters

Silent Sisters
Lisa A.Williams

They catch
each other's gaze
in a second
they know-
They feel the bruises
each has suffered,
no words spoken
strangers in a storm
they call their lives.
In that moment
when eye meets eye
all is said.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Dandelion Wine

Dandelion Wine
Lisa A.Williams

Two girls-
In a grassland
  unwanted things-  
such nuisances in their
untamed growing
reaching for warmth,
eying  the clouds
in the lazy entourage
of blue beckoning.
Waiting to find
a place
as they mix the rain
with wild yellow-
the bitterness
of their creation.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


Lisa A.Williams

came and
I remembered the
onslaught of things lost
fading in their sun scorched
fields, withering to fall’s intrusion filled
with promises of redemption, I breathed in
her solemn splendor, felt summer’s sorrow knowing she
would return in her same old lazy way,she
                                            would be unchanged, it is I who would be different.

Monday, February 4, 2013

"Black Sunday" (April 14,1935)

“Black Sunday”
(April 14, 1935)
Lisa A.Williams

From the dust
 lives were changed-

Vengeful wind swathed
 their world
  in earthen ash-

Dawn became
 views of sun
and sky.

The taste of earth
 upon  tongues
in  hunger.

A grieving land
parched and unforgiving-
as they watched each other
grow thin from want.

So thirsty
they begged for rains
who refused to christen
the dry earth.

So much was gone
but not faith.

They knew heaven
would eventually hear
and she would cry
                                                                        for their loss.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

From Choke to Storm

From Choke to Storm
Lisa A.Williams

Held back
by the choke-

The voice 
which was hers,

so lost in the storm

words forgotten
buried deep.

Branded by memory-
all those things
which made up a lilfe.

Feeling the thunder
her world trembled,
an avalanche threatening
to bury her beneath.

She would feel the choke,
be lost in the storm again
the sky would clear,
the rains would cease.

She would raise her voice
and sing
her own song,
so long in the making.